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Because looking at people through the prism of romanticism of the careless and unconquerable empire, the attempt by means of photography to lay the return road to bygone youth, the nostalgic devotion to silver techniques are, by definition, not capable of helping objectivity. However, it is also like the salutations to globalization, to the gloss of magazines or to the digital matrix. And who needs it, in the creative sense, this objectivity.
To this day I cannot, as much as I try (although I have not tried very much), answer what would seem to be a simple question — what compels me to stop and photograph absolutely specific people? When I happen to be strolling around town with someone who is familiar with my photographs, I sometimes hear — look, that’s your kind of person, why don’t you photograph him?! And I don’t photograph for the simple reason that — the person is definitely not mine, he may be similar to "mine", but he is not mine. Why isn’t he mine? He, you see, is visually just as interesting, he has just the right texture, appearance, clothing and so on. And the light is good and the background wonderful. I do not know. I simply feel. The process of defining "mine" from "another's" is unbelievably fine and partly mystical. I definitely know that the choice is not made using the mind. And neither the heart. Of course, it does happen that it can be from both the mind and the heart, but as a result it is never right. Most likely it is something intuitive, instinctive, even animal. One can probably say it like this — I am searching for a suitable mirror. Not a person, who is interesting to me as such, with his internal world, happiness, sorrow, illnesses and love. In the given case that holds little interest for me, although I am not devoid of that level of ability to empathise and even for some time whilst photographing, perhaps, I do it. But it lasts seconds and is of secondary importance. What’s most important — is to find a mirror. All people, of course, are mirrors for everyone else, but they are all different, they reflect in their own way, distort, embellish, disfigure. My task is to find for myself that one and only mirror, albeit wry, mouldy or cracked, which in the given moment will most accurately reflect my inner state. This state for a fraction of a second, in some invisible way, has to diffuse, unite, mix with the image of the person in the viewfinder and be poured as reflected light onto the silver emulsion. Consequently, a photograph should appear that satisfies me.
Oleg Videnin 2020
